N. The act of divulging, that is “making known, to disclose, to reveal”
“It is our scars that make us beautiful”. He used to say it every other Monday.
It always used to leave me wondering about beauty and pain. Yes, we all know that, sometimes, they’re closely related; but I am not referring to superficial-physical pain as a result of wearing certain fashion accessories or ‘undergoing’ a beauty treatment. I was thinking about that kind of pain which is able to shape our character, scarring our life stories permanently. How could those scars make me beautiful?!
I know of some people who wear them with pride, revealing them to anyone who shows the slightest interest. Sometimes they even make the mistake of believing that they are their scars, confusing them with their own identity.
I’m am of those who hide their scars, not because I’m ashamed of them but because they remind me of not-so-happy times in my life. I know that overcoming those conflicts has helped me grow in many ways, still I think I’d be happier if I had got here without the pain, or rather the scars: for pain heals but scars are permanent. However, I have learned to be grateful for that ‘permanentness’: reminders are good for those who tend to forget.
I believe scars make us beautiful precisely because they shape us. They keep us in touch with that part of our character that only emerges when we face conflicts, reminding us that to live is to change.
